These illicit blue walls
They speak in hushed tones
Hiding what they assume
I’ll never be able to bear
But little do they realize
I already know the truth
And the color underneath
Is unmistakably scarlet red
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Echoing desires
Carpet burns
Adorned her knees
It was the only way
She could appease
And what do you think
She was doing down there?
Searching under the bed
For his dirty underwear!
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: Carpet burns adorned her knees
Swirling sands
And shifting tides
Dispelling the grains
Of ordinary matter
No real answers
As the waves flux
Just more questions
While time escapes
© 2019 Michelle Cook
I miss the one I once knew
The old you
I miss the distant days
The old ways
I miss the witty rhymes
The old times
If only the old
Could be what I forever hold
I’d never have to miss you
© 2019 Michelle Cook
A clump of bitter thoughts
Courses through my mind
If only I could strangle my emotions
And leave the world behind
But my rage is in full bloom
Bursting with savage, ugly truths
And if it wasn’t so damn hot
I’d shout my anguish from the roofs
And there’s also a pile of ash
Circling round my head
I can never seem to catch it
And it’s something that I dread
So adding to my frustration
I’m dealing with all of that too
And I wonder how does one cross-over
When they can never see their way thru
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Misaligned and malevolent
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